On Being Freshly Pressed!

Well first of all, Thank you WordPress! What an unexpected surprise on a dull Hyderabadi morning.

Secondly, HELLO!

If you’ve found me on ‘freshly pressed,’ WELCOME! I’m looking forward to checking out your blogs as soon as I can get around to it.

To all my early followers and friends, thank you, too. But a quieter whisper of a ‘thank you,’ for you; the kind that needs only a look as between a father and a daughter on her wedding day, because you know me best.

And to the people who really, really know me best; my actual father and my husband; two men who always said I should write a book, a different ‘thank you’. My father said I would do great things. My husband  says I should get off my backside and get on with doing great things. It was my husband who convinced me to start blogging, and look where that’s getting me.  Thank you, although I know that it is not needed or asked for.

The thing is, I feel like I’m growing up as a writer slowly, coming of age, coming into my own. Being ‘Freshly Pressed’ was a mental landmark I hoped someday to achieve, but never actually believed I could get there.

Again, it’s renewed my fervour, reaffirmed my self-belief, made me say to myself, ‘if hundreds of people around the world like my writing on this, small yet perfectly formed platform, known as WordPress, then maybe I can be a writer who will be published one day.

If I’m honest, to be a published writer is what I’ve always wanted, but you know how it is! You actually have to go out and get a real job because you live in the real world, with real bills and real children to feed and clothe. And so, while I almost started, I never really got off the ground. I was too scared to fail so I didn’t give it my best shot. So while I was ‘dithering ’ Life happened and suddenly I was teacher, teaching and loving it. I’m not sure if I was amazing, but I put my all into it and convinced myself that this was my calling. I’m still passionate about it, but more as a social inequality issue. There are too many people in the world who do not have access to good quality education and I hope to address that somehow.

However, today, I am a writer, at least I’m turning into one. I’m a little like the Ugly Duckling; someday I’ll be that ivory swan I see swimming with unspeakable grace upon a clear, glassy lake.  One day, I’ll be able to soar in a cloudless sky, with the rest of the world below me, watching as they hold their breath and wonder at my beauty and skill.

But for now, at this very moment, I’m thankful and humbled by all my readers and followers. I’m  thankful to WordPress for such a clean and shiny platform on which to display my work and I’m grateful to the God of Opportunity and Time for these moments in which to think and write.


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4 thoughts on “On Being Freshly Pressed!

  1. I just joined WordPress and your Freshly Pressed post (“The Quality of a Raindrop”) was the first I read. I just want to say that I like your style. Can’t wait to keep reading your posts.

    • Oh wow! Thank you so much for picking my article to be your first! i’m really glad you like my style! I hope you’ll stick with me…wordpress is great for discovering great writers. I’m sure you’ll enjoy your experience here!

  2. guess what !
    ‘freshly pressed’ landed me here to your blog,
    though i’m not much of a writer/reader, but yeah i liked the way u write.
    and i’d really wish to read your published work some day.
    all the best,
    happy writing.

    • Thank you for finding me and thank you wordpress, again! i think i need to check out your blog to see whether there’s any truth to your self evaluation. You have very good taste as a reader, that much i know! 😉

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